Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 956 Imperial Civil War
"Ha... a last-ditch resistance."

When the Titan Legion of the Twenty-first Legion descended upon the crimson land of Mars, the Mechanicus on Mars began to resist the fleet. A large number of weapons that existed only in Martian legends and had never been seen before were brought out by the Mechanicus. Among these weapons were even weapons of mass destruction capable of destroying a Titan squadron with a single strike, as well as a large number of strange and unusual war machines that had never appeared before the Empire.

The war engine, which had never been codenamed in the Empire, was now engaged in constant battles with the Twenty-first Legion on the crimson land of Mars. While these forces were constantly exchanging blows with the Twenty-first Legion on Mars, Wang Ming was coldly watching this crimson world from his orbit. Beside him, the Great Sage who was loyal to him looked at Wang Ming's back and humbly lowered his body.

He awaited the empire's protector to issue him orders, awaited the empire's protector to announce his status as the new Mars Forging General and Minister of the Empire's Production Department. While the great sage waited, Wang Ming also shifted his gaze from the crimson world.

He opened his personal terminal and looked at the battle reports constantly being transmitted from the front lines, as well as the situation of the Martian Mechanical Cult attempting to attack Holy Terra. The Martian Mechanical Cult had completely cornered themselves; they were even trying to attack Holy Terra because they knew that, in reality, they had absolutely no chance of defeating the Twenty-First Legion. This was the only way they could put up a resistance against the Twenty-First Legion.

Wang Ming was indifferent to the resistance from the Mechanicus. His power had completely sealed off Mars, preventing any void power from entering the void from Mars. Any Martian ships that tried to break through the blockade to enter the void, or any weapons that attacked Holy Terra, would be blocked by Wang Ming's power.

Just as the Mechanicus on Mars was in despair, begging for forgiveness from the Imperial Protector, Wang Ming issued a purge order to the entire planet. No one could escape Mars during this war, except for the Imperial officials on Mars and the Mechanicus priests from other forging worlds. As for the original members of the Mechanicus on Mars, they would all be completely wiped out in this war, and then Wang Ming would reshape this crimson planet into a forging world of the Mechanicus.

This reshaped forging world will have a higher production capacity than before and will be completely renovated. Just like in the era of the Human Federation, it will become a key industrial base of the Human Empire in the solar system, encompassed within the Empire's jurisdiction. At the same time, an Imperial Minister of Production will take over the management of this crimson world.

While Wang Ming was constantly planning the future development of Mars, the Mechanicus continued its stubborn resistance there. Even as the battle lines were pushed back for them, it didn't change anything. They could not abandon their world, nor could they relinquish their independent status and interests within the Empire. Now, they knew there was no possibility of negotiation. After all, they had sent countless requests for negotiation to the fleet in orbit, but these requests had received no response. They now knew that their assassination attempt on the Primarch had thoroughly enraged the Protector of the Nation. Now, all they could do was continue to resist stubbornly in order to increase their chances of survival.

"Mars is mine, and if I can't have it, then nobody else can!"

The forging general who planned to assassinate Wang Ming roared incessantly on the front lines resisting the Imperial army. Beside him, the Titan Legion continued to rush towards the front lines to fight against the Titan Legion of the Twenty-first Legion. Behind him, countless Guardians of the Faith, created from wet components in biological culture dishes, were constantly charging forward to block the Imperial invading forces.

This war can be described as one of the largest civil wars in the history of the Empire. Mars and the Empire have completely turned against each other, and the Titan legions, knight families loyal to each other, and mortal forces on both sides are constantly fighting each other on this crimson world.

The Wrath of the God-Emperor struck the Titans, shattering the Martian landscape, crushing the steel and iron of the Martian Titan legion, and turning numerous foundries on Mars into molten iron. Beside the Wrath of the God-Emperor Titans, the transmigrators fought alongside the Titan formation in a near-perfect formation.

Anything that tried to approach the God-Emperor's Wrath-class Titan and its squadron would be shattered into pieces by the transmigrators. As the transmigrators, the Titan legion, and the mortal forces continued their advance across the crimson land of Mars towards the Martian Mechanicus's position, the desperate Martian Mechanicus's forging general unleashed his greatest weapon: the Psionic Titans. These Psionic Titans, originating from the Ominous Order, appeared on the battlefield. The instant these Psionic Titans appeared, everyone on the battlefield felt a strange fear, a fear that oppressed their nerves and souls.

This fear had no source whatsoever. Even the bravest person would collapse under this inexplicable terror. It was an extremely extreme fear, an indescribable fear, as if no one could escape it. Just as this fear spread throughout the world, the transmigrators immediately noticed something was wrong. As demons in the real universe, they were extremely sensitive to psionic reactions. The moment the Titan legion of the Ominous Order activated in this world, they had already felt the immense psionic pressure brought by these Titans.

Moreover, as they sensed this terrifying psionic pressure, Wang Ming, within the fleet on orbit, also felt the terrifying power emanating from the activation of the Ominous Order's Titans. In an instant, Wang Ming's power broke through the immense psionic pressure brought by the Ominous Order's Titan legion, locking onto all the psionic Titans in this world. The moment Wang Ming's power locked onto the so-called psionic Titans in this world, the Martian sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light. Above that golden canopy, Wang Ming once again descended upon this crimson earth. However, unlike before, Wang Ming's identity this time was no longer that of a visitor from Holy Terra. Now, his identity was that of a god who would destroy the traitors in this world.

The moment Wang Ming's power descended upon this world, those psionic titans were instantly incinerated into molten iron that churned on the ground. At the same instant Wang Ming's power arrived, the mortal forces that had been affected by the power of the Ominous Psionic Titans immediately returned to normal. However, Wang Ming was a step too slow; the instant the Ominous Titans activated, the psionic energy that formed across the world still killed many mortal forces.

Having learned his lesson, Wang Ming no longer entrusted the entire battlefield to his troops. Instead, he stood in the Martian sky, constantly monitoring the movements on each battlefield. Wang Ming didn't concern himself with the regular battlefields, those where transmigrators were fighting. He only needed to worry about the large-scale weapons of mass destruction that the Martian machines were about to unleash.

As soon as the Martian Mechanic Church pulls out those weapons of mass destruction, Wang Ming's power will instantly destroy those weapons and their operators. Under the golden pillars of light that keep descending from the sky, the Martian Forging General has already given up hope. He understands that Wang Ming is personally involved in this war, and for a war personally participated in by a living god, the Forging General no longer holds any hope of victory.

The forging general prayed incessantly to Ommesaiah, begging him to bestow miracles, but all his prayers went unanswered. He watched in despair as the light continued to descend from the sky, and in his mind, he saw the reports from the frontline defenders.

Suddenly, the forging general laughed miserably. His sonic array system made his voice sound like an old, broken radio, constantly ringing. He suddenly realized that Om Messiah would not answer his prayers. His current actions were against Om Messiah's son, against Om Messiah's divine son. He even intended to assassinate this divine son. He had always believed that the Emperor was the incarnation of Om Messiah.

He glanced at the God Machines still starting up, then at the Guardians of the Church still emerging from the biological incubators. He made a decision—a decision that saved the Mechanicus priests on Mars who hadn't participated in the war, and a decision that truly upheld the glory of the Ohm Messiah. He ordered all troops to cease resistance against the Imperial forces and begin surrendering. At the same time, he took full responsibility for the assassination of the Primarch and for the civil war between the Empire and Mars.

He stood on the front line of the battlefield, watching the Imperial Titans walking towards him and the transmigrators pointing and whispering about him. He roared that he was the traitor who had betrayed the Empire, the sinner blinded by greed, and that all the rebellion against the Duke of Protector's policies, all the assassination attempts against the Duke of Protector, and all the responsibility for this Martian civil war rested on his shoulders.

He spoke of betraying the glory of Om Messiah, of being an incorrigible heretic, of being a traitor deserving of execution by white phosphorus. He roared out his crimes, one after another, as if venting his anger, at the Imperial troops before him, constantly taking the blame for the civil war between Mars and the Empire upon himself. And as he continued to recount his sins, saying that he was a heretic and a traitor,

A golden light suddenly appeared in front of him. The golden light almost overloaded the optical system of his mechanical prosthetic eye. But for some reason, this dazzling light now seemed to him to be the gentlest and most sacred light in the world. However, within that light, his body involuntarily knelt down. And just as his body was kneeling down, a pair of huge hands suddenly supported his body.

The forging general felt the enormous hands supporting his body. He wanted to look up at the figure, imagining the Imperial Protector confessing his sins, wanting to overturn the Protector's forgiveness, hoping to receive the Protector's pardon, hoping to receive the Protector's redemption. But when he raised his head and looked at the Protector, he didn't say anything more. He looked at the human god and silently lowered his head again.

Wang Ming showed mercy to the forging general. Looking at the forging general who had bowed his head, he felt the immense pain in the forging general's heart for what he had done. In fact, this guy had no intention of rebelling against the empire. He just did not understand Wang Ming's reform intentions, nor did he understand the current development model of the empire.

He was like those old traditionalists in the empire. Once the empire began to change, once something touched their interests, they would immediately try to protect their interests by any means, like a child whose things had been taken away. So Wang Ming showed him mercy. Wang Ming lifted up the body of the forging general, and as soon as Wang Ming lifted up the body of the forging general, the body of the forging general immediately burst into flames. In that golden flame, the garrison general turned into nothingness.

After completing all this, Wang Ming looked at the crimson land of Mars. Now, this ancient human industrial world was finally completely separated from the human empire, and there was no longer any separation between them.